During one of my many insomniac nights recently, I found myself watching the second Hunger Games movie, Catching Fire. While I knew this wouldn’t exactly soothe me to sleep, there was one quote in particular that’s haunted me continuously:
Haymitch: No one ever wins the Games… There are survivors. There are no winners.
Lately, I’ve been feeling like that about my fight with PANS and about my health in general, because I just got some troubling news: I tested positive for Babesia, exposure to Tickborne Relapsing Fever, and possibly Lyme Disease. Just when I thought I was back on track, I’ve now found out that I could still face a long road to healing.
And of course, all of this is on top of my ongoing challenges with PANS, anorexia, and an immune-deficiency. I’m back at a healthy weight at this point, but some days, I’m still so incredibly tormented by the anorexia thoughts that I’ve considered spending my winter break in residential treatment. And my Common Variable Immune Deficiency (CVID) means monthly low-dose IVIG treatments, which means I spend a day at an infusion center each month and then feel exhausted for almost a week afterward.
Some days, I don’t think it’s ever going to be possible for me to win the “PANDAS Games.” I know I’ll survive, but will there ever really be a time when I’m well without taking antibiotics and antidepressants, getting monthly infusions, and constantly worrying about avoiding Strep?
For those of you who don’t know the story of the The Hunger Games, in the second movie, the people who won the Games in the past were forced to compete in them yet again, after they’d been crowned as victors and promised a lifetime of security and riches. I’m no different from those people. I beat PANS a year ago and went on to live my life and do some pretty amazing things, but then it came back this summer, and I’ve been forced to compete in the PANDAS Games all over again. Can I really win this time around, too?
Fortunately, my doctor, who’s one of the leading experts in PANS, has told me since that first day when I limped into her office two years ago that I’ll get totally better someday and be able to put all of this behind me. She’s repeatedly said that, with proper treatment, no one has to be stuck with PANS forever.
I certainly have my moments of doubt, but it’s true that, even now, I’m well enough to be making straight-A’s in part-time college, holding a (very) part-time job, and socializing more than ever. Oh, and I just ran eight miles this weekend, while in July, my POTS basically made me pass out from just standing up. Even if it seems like it’s impossible to win these games, the fact is that I’m well on my way to being crowned a victor, yet again.
Haymitch might have been right about the Hunger Games, but he’s wrong about The PANDAS Games: someday, somehow, I’m going to be a winner for good.